Spring fell on a weekend! It was glorious here in Spokane over Saturday and Sunday–sun shining, sky blue, spirit-lifting weather, all around.
Now, it’s raining. Not that I’m complaining, mind you–April showers really DO bring May flowers. It’s just that the hope of spring wears a little thin for me around this time of year. I’m ready for peonies, and the lilacs for which Spokane is justly famous–indeed, she is called The Lilac City.
I must buy more daffodils. Just the sight of them, happy and yellow, like little horns about to play hallelujah music. Ben Franklin once said that beer is proof of God’s fondness for mankind–and perhaps that is so. For WOMANkind, however, spring flowers are the proof. Crocuses, pushing their bright heads up through snow. Daisies and wild tiger lilies, taking over entire fields and hillsides. “Hold on,” they seem to say, “things are stirring and sprouting beneath the cold earth, ready to burst forth and bloom.”
Oh, yes. There has always been a spring, not matter how long winter went on.
If I sound wistful, it’s only because I am.